“Suppose I did?”
“What did he want?”
“I don’t know—some foolery or other. I didn’t listen to him.”
“You needn’t tell lies. What did he want, I say?”
“How should I know?” retorted Gilks.
“What did he want? do you hear?” repeated the other.
“He wanted me to let him blab about something—about Beamish’s it was.”
“And did you tell him he might?”
“Yes. I said he might blab about me too for all I cared. And so he may. I wish to goodness he would.”
“And whatever business had you to tell him he might say a word about it?” demanded Silk, angrily.